Clifford goes for the ‘gubu-lar’
He invokes that noble badge of bewilderment with plum precision, appending it to the rollicking revelations and rarified ructions of the past day, days, weeks and months, if not years.
The uncanny resonance with those distant days of yore when Gubu was born, is nothing short of hyper-worryingly startling.
This time ’round Gubu even seems trumped by its own poignant petard, in terms of scale, ramification and reverberation. There have been a few Gubu imposters in the intervening years since the squire of Kinsealy coined the melange of flabbergasting superlatives, which gave birth to the notorious label. But now we have really hit the jackpot for salience and prescience.
Surely we should mark this auspicious occasion with a rebranding of the notorious acronym. Perhaps a simple inversion/reversal of the letters might do the trick ie Ubug has a ‘ring’ of survellance about it which captures the essence of subterfuge and chicanery prevailing. Unedifying, Bungling, Underhand and Gratuitous should cover the scenario nicely.
The chaotic currency of camouflage, manipulation, and self-preserving machination abounding leaves little to the imagination, as it has played out in the full glare of the public spotlight across all media platforms. It well deserves a renewed version of the anointed acronym extant. What about a double entendre effort such as Gubu-Ubug, combining the best features of both so as to preserve both tradition and modern metier?
The hyphenated bridge affords a preservation of the original, while infusing new life to mark its modern updating. Gubu hasn’t gone away you know — it has merely been re-packaged.
Michael Clifford has been outstanding in his own field of investigative journalism, particularly relating to this swamp of obfuscation and obstructive obstinance. He should be awarded the nation’s highest honour of jounalistic services to the state — Stylus Jounalisticus Hibernicus. There were many others who shone the light, but none with the same level of vigour, candour and absolute dedication to decency of social moral and prime ethic.
It all could be an hilarious political pantomime to stretch all credulity, if it weren’t so deadly serious for our shared societal belief system of trusts and values. ‘Oh yes it is/oh no it isn’t’ is a hollow-hybrid for thespians at play, not for the elected, entrusted at running the state.
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